I don't care <br />if you woke up <br />in Tutenkamun's <br />gilt edged living room, <br /> <br />it's the long last <br />sun rays, omitting <br />from a toilet door, <br /> <br />with the sure <br />stamp and sign, <br /> <br />that beseeches the <br />air with mankind, <br /> <br />only equals <br />I hear, <br />are here, <br /> <br />your blue bloody <br />smile is lost to me, <br /> <br />believe it, <br />for I am back stage always, <br />with or without you...<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noble-4/
